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The postman made me uneasy, though I could never put my finger on why.  I wasn't afraid of him but there was just something about his presence that set my back teeth on edge.  He kept to himself; was always whistling, early or late and it always seemed to be the same repetitive, mysterious tune.  I'd had always envied others their ability to whistle.  The best I could produce was a discordant half-blast that was more spittle than sound.  I didn't envy him though.  For I knew, as did all the little kids in the village, that it was bad luck to whistle at night.  

I lived in a shanty-like neighbourhood that was called The Alley.  This alleyway was really just a dirt track that connected several tiny houses, crowded together in a small space.  Everyone knew their neighbour and their neighbours' business, which was avidly discussed on many an idle evening, across back fences and front stoops.  The house I lived in was a two bedroom affair with no hallway and was just barely adequate for a family of four.  My neighbours included Miss Chewitt, who lived in the house behind mine, with her daughter, son in law and grandchild.  Adjacent to Miss Chewitt, was the postman whose name I never knew but I always called him Whistler.   

It was Friday, just a few days before All Hallows Eve.  There's no season called autumn on the Island but night comes quickly at this time of year.  When Venus appeared in the bleached-blue sky and the shadows grew thick in the corners of the yard, I knew it was time to close the windows against the night air.  We didn't have many and my job was simple ― wind down the louvers in the living room and kitchen, pull in the shutters in both bedrooms and hook them in place.  

I was tugging at the stubborn shutter in the bedroom that my little sister and I shared, leaning half out the window frame to do it, when suddenly, every single hair on my body began standing on end.  The tree frogs stopped singing and there was a sort of suffocating hush, an odd change of pressure in the air that made my head feel as though it were caught in a vice.  Some instinct caused me to look towards Whistler's house and what I saw there almost made me swallow my tongue in fear.  

Visible in the window of the dilapidated wooden house, was a shadow blacker than tar ― a shape, yet not a shape as it had no known proportions.  But it had eyes; red, glowing eyes, floating in a mass of impossible blackness and on what passed for a head, was a protrusion that resembled horns.  More terrifying still was the overwhelming sense of wrongness that emanated from the thing. 
  
I stood on tiptoe, frozen half-in and half-out of the window, incapable of movement, incapable of making a sound, eyes bulging as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing.   What is that?  Oh God, what is that?  Am I awake?  

I didn't know how long I looked at the thing or how long I might have gone on looking, but a flurry of movement to my right snapped me out of my terrified trance and made me look towards Miss Chewitt's front door.  The woman was standing in the open doorway, motioning wildly and whispering as loudly as she dared, "Shut the window, quick, quick!  Hurry girl, go back inside!  Before it realizes that you can see it."

I stared open-mouthed at my neighbour for a moment.  I had heard rumours that she could see spirits.  It was whispered by the grown folk that she knew all sorts of spells and charms that could ward off any Obeah that an enemy might cast against you.  I had had no trouble believing the rumours.  I knew that spirits were real but I'd never imagined that anything like that terrible, black presence, lurking in Whistler's house, could exist.

Obeying Miss Chewitt , I pulled the shutter close then ran out of the room.  My mom was in the living room with my baby sister, trying to coax her to eat.  I flung myself into the chair next to her and was about to let fly a torrent of words when something stilled my tongue.  

The sound was very soft, almost inaudible but I recognized it at once ― Whistler's favourite tune.  Though it never grew in volume, the whistling seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.  I saw my mom raise her head to listen, a puzzled look on her face, her lips unconsciously pursed in an expression of unease then my sister started bawling and my mother's attention returned to soothing her youngest child.   

Stomach churning with dread, I drew my knees to my chin and began to whisper the 'Our Father' prayer.  I'd just gotten to the phrase, thy will be done when the whistling abruptly stopped.

I stayed close to my mom for the rest of that night and when it was time to go to bed, I begged to sleep in my parents' room.  They let me, even though my father said that I was too old for such foolishness.  In the morning I convinced myself that I'd dreamt the whole thing.  

It was easy to maintain this belief till later that day when blue-uniformed men, wheeling a stretcher, came to take Whistler's body away.   A heart attack, one of the grown folks said.  Must have happened in his sleep.

My eyes sought Miss Chewitt.  She was standing among the crowd of neighbours, discussing the postman's untimely end.  Sensing my stare, the woman turned and pressed a finger to her lips.  

I knew with certainty then that the postman's death had been caused by awful, sinister means.  Someone had summoned a powerful jumbie.  Something that I was never meant to see and hoped to never see again.  I was certain too of one more thing.  Last night, no human lips had whistled that familiar tune.
For `Memnalar All Hallow's Tales Contest.

*Jumbie is a term akin to a black ghost. Whereas Western culture sees a ghost as a white misty figure, jumbies are imagined as dark. This phenonemon is widely believed in by people in the English-speaking Caribbean states that were colonized by the British and which practised "Obeah", a form of mystical wizardry that encompassed traditional African beliefs merged with Western European, primarily Anglican, images and beliefs concerning the dead.

There are many recommended ways to avoid or escape jumbie encounters, such as:
 leaving a pair of shoes outside your door; jumbies don't have feet and would spend the entire night trying on the shoes to get them to fit before moving onto you.
 leaving a heap of sand or salt or rice outside your door; jumbies are compelled to count every grain before the sun rises.
 when coming home late at night, walk backwards so that the jumbie would be unable to follow you inside.
 if one is being chased by a jumbie, cross a river, as they cannot follow over water
 Leave a rope with many knots by your door step. Jumbies love to try to untie knots, so they will forget about you while trying to untie the knots.

Parts of this story is based on a real experience in my haunted childhood. Happy Halloween!

Edit: deleted the extra that in paragraph four.
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katarthis Featured By Owner May 29, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I'm in a bit of awe after reading this one... you made a very nice story that spun out of a random place, yet the location was real, you within it are real and everything about it just speaks that I could go there or have been there and seen exactly what you describe. Stories written in tradition with such backgrounds always pull me along better than those without.

The only thing I could have said about this tale, would be the lack of purpose in Whistler's death. If you ever took it in mind to make this a longer, expanded tale, it would be something to show why someone would want to call the jumbie down on Whistler - I think at that point the unease would be higher but the end would satisfy more.

At any rate, as is your work here impressed more than enough people to suit. I say, well written, well done. And thank you for sharing it with everyone at Word Smiths. I found it well worth the time to read. (And your author's note about the Jumbie was fascinating and humourous to me.)

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leyghan Featured By Owner May 30, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
:aww: Thank you for the kind words Katarthis. They've come at a time when I most need to hear them. I'm experiencing writer's apathy just now - I have ideas but they just don't translate well to the page or I feel like why bother? I've got nothing to say that hasn't been said already and better than I ever could. It's comments like yours however, that motivates me to stop feeling sorry for myself and just write. We'll see what happens. Again, thank you so much! :heart:
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katarthis Featured By Owner May 31, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
You are most welcome leyghan. I've been in that exact situation you describe and have been similarly rescued from someone else's commentary. It is my pleasure to return the favor for another talented deviant. Never stop writing, no matter how much time goes by.

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LancelotPrice Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2010
I'm not a fan of horror stories, but this one I like; it's well written, compellingly readable, convincingly atmospheric. I got into it. Thanks.
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leyghan Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you. :aww:
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LancelotPrice Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2010
You're welcome.
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ripari Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2010
very creepy, and very cool...the so soft whistle that kept you quiet...gave me the chills.
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leyghan Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks! You should hear some of the stories I've heard growing up. Like this house that was inexplicable on fire. Whenever the fire truck came the flames would disappear then reappear when the fire men left. True story. ^^;
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ripari Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2010
i probably shouldn't hear them, they'd scare the crap out of me...seriously...although that house sounds pretty cool.
i was wondering where you'd got off to, btw.
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RebeccaHelms Featured By Owner May 22, 2010
This is powerful. Amazing!
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leyghan Featured By Owner May 22, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! :aww:
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RebeccaHelms Featured By Owner May 22, 2010
I was taken back by your level of skill. I love to write, but reading your piece, really made me pause. It was inspiring as well as humbling to me. It encouraged me to pursue a higher level of skill. Thank you, for just writing so well. :D You're very good.

I came upon your gallery, via colt51, another good and really amazing person on DA.
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leyghan Featured By Owner May 22, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Oh wow. I wish I was as talented as you think I am. Believe me when I tell you that I struggle. Some days I think hey not bad and other days I want to give up because nothing I write seems to come out right. But I can't not write so I keep at it and little by little I'm improving. As much as I've been inspired by others on dA, I'm glad to have inspired you. Also, I love to read as much as I love to write so I'll be sure to check out your gallery. Thank you so much for the kind words. You've made my evening. :hug:
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RebeccaHelms Featured By Owner May 23, 2010
I am not surprised to hear you understand you must keep writing. I know what you mean, so often writing is all that is important...whatever appraisal, be damned. You should think you are as talented as I say you are! ;) I'm anxious to read more.
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leyghan Featured By Owner May 23, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
:hug: Thanks again for the words of encouragement.
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RebeccaHelms Featured By Owner May 23, 2010
:hug:
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xxkisa-chanxx Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
This was a delight to read. [:
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leyghan Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you!
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mreid973 Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2010
I probably read this before when it got a DLD. Congrats! But I was catching up on Daily Deviants and saw it again. Anyway, I love the mood and the way the narrator reacts to supernatural events: a very relatable story. Also, I didn't know the one about leaving shoes outside, so thanks.
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leyghan Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you. :hug:
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msklystron Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2010  Professional Digital Artist
There are so many things I like about this story. It's well told in plain language and in a tone which set the mood. It kept me reading until the end. The setting is described in wonderful detail, from the gossip over the fence to venus in a bleached blue sky.

Very well done!
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leyghan Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you. :aww:
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msklystron Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2010  Professional Digital Artist
My pleasure!
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PK4only Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2010  Professional General Artist
Love love love your story! Very well done. BRAVO!
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leyghan Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
:aww: Thank you.
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sangfleur Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Ooh. I like it.

The opening paragraph is striking and really sets the tone, particularly with the last line.

And I love the image of Miss Chewitt signaling the girl to stay quiet.

Some things you really don't want to speak of...

Very nice work.


Also, thank you for the :+fav: on my piece "Death."
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leyghan Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
My pleasure and thank you for the kind comment. I enjoyed writing that one. :)
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almcdermid Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Extremely well-deserved. Congrats!
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leyghan Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! :aww:
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almcdermid Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
My pleasure.
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KreepingSpawn Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2009  Professional Digital Artist
splendid, haunting, creepy, and oh relief at the end! ;} hooray for geting away safely!


this contest is going to be a tough call for our judges!
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leyghan Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the kind words. :blush:
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KreepingSpawn Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2009  Professional Digital Artist
certainly! ;)
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liquid-etherealism Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2009   Photographer
Wow--what a coincidence! We were just talking about this!

I really enjoyed this--the suspense, flow, and familiarity, of course :aww:. Good luck with the All Hallows Contest and grats on the DLD!
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leyghan Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much. Your kind words are deeply appreciated. :heart:
*off to check out your gallery* :)
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RalfMaximus Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Surreal, but REAL. Whew. It has that sense of being there that makes it extra scary.

And this really happened?
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leyghan Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Most of it yeah. I really saw that thing and I really lived in that neighborhood for the first ten years of my life. There actually was a Miss Chewitt may she RIP, the postman was real too as was his eerie whistling and the night after I saw that thing he really did die. What he died of I couldn't say. The rest is creative license. I don't actually remember what happened after I saw what I still believe to be a jumbie. I think I was so scared I went into a sort of temporary fugue. Freakiest moment of my life for sure!
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XCgirl Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2009  Student Photographer
this is so spooky; i love it!! what childhood experience inspired this???
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leyghan Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Hi, please see my comment to Ralf Maximus. I used to see spirits when I was a child.
Thank you so much for reading. :heart:
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Lya-z0rzlesXD Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2009  Hobbyist Photographer
Wow. this is aaaaamazing.

I really like this piece ^__^

good luck in the contest!
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leyghan Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Aw, thank you so much. Your kind words are appreciated. :heart:
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MoreaGaara Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2009
jumbies sound a lot like vampires.
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leyghan Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Oh hun they're much scarier. You can do things to ward them off but they don't need an invitation and charms and tricks don't work against some of the more powerful, malevolent ones.
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MoreaGaara Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2009
ooh. kowai. *makes note to never piss off anyone who can summon those things* *shivers*
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leyghan Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
My job is complete. Muahahahahaha! :D
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MoreaGaara Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2009
:D
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megsmad Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2009
oh this story is so fantastic!!! had me wide eyed and holding my breath!

:heart: faved
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leyghan Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)
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megsmad Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2009
my pleasure :)
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KneelingGlory Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2009
I was tugging at the stubborn shutter in the bedroom that my little sister and I shared, leaning half out the window frame to do it, when suddenly, every single hair on my body began standing on end. The tree frogs stopped singing and there was a sort of suffocating hush, an odd change of pressure in the air that made my head feel as though it were caught in a vice. Some instinct caused me to look towards Whistler's house and what I saw there that almost made me swallow my tongue in fear.

That seriously creeped me out. Reminded me almost exactly of my one and only "ghost"-ish experience. Excellent work. Good luck in the contest!
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